Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Colombia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Mo-Dettes to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Sisters of Mercy,
R.M.O.,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Tremeloes,
Angry Samoans,
Lungfish,
Terry Callier,
Sun City Girls,
Mission of Burma,
The Modern Lovers,
Delta 5,
Drexciya,
Bill Wells,
Grey Daturas,
Livin' Joy,
The Motions,
The Leaves,
Sun Ra,
UT,
Flash Fearless,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Adolescents,
Eric Copeland,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Evens,
X-Ray Spex,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Grandmaster Flash,
Nas,
Funkadelic,
Thee Headcoats,
Black Pus,
Marc Almond,
Whodini,
Lightning Bolt,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Buzzcocks,
Yaz,
Little Man,
Eve St. Jones,
David Bowie,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fugazi,
the Association,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Soft Cell,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sonny Sharrock,
Colin Newman,
Freddie Wadling,
The Fortunes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dual Sessions,
ABBA,
The Pop Group,
The Smiths,
Kas Product,
kango's stein massive,
Silicon Teens,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.